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Get your headphones on and listen to this master of mood make his way across the undulating sands, the wet guitar reverb, warbling organs, crystal-clear claves, and snaking melodies sounding like surf music for a desert holiday.
Billy Martin’s drumming makes me think of oxymorons like “precisely sloppy” and “intensely casual” and “red hot chill out”. This album lives within a zone that’s hazily bounded by funk, jazz, and electronic dance music.
The surprising part is not that this Quebec outfit mixing country music, folk, surf, and a dash of Elvis exists, but that they have been doing this for three decades plus and yours truly is just finding out.
The year 1991 was when we heard the echoes of Loveless as the recorded work of the many bands it inspired hit the shelves in a shimmering gauzy implacable tsunami of guitar wails, only to be crushed by the mud-encrusted tank treads of grunge.
The name implies something ponderous, onerous, heavy, and while you can find some flashes of that in here, it's more of a showcase for the kind of indie rock that shines brightly with male-female harmonies and sentiments that will twist your guts.
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